Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

. but I didn’t know what he was talking about.  While we were conversing there, all I could see was the speaker with his upward benign look and the poor old gentleman behind him.

Towards the end of his sermon, we went down stairs again, and after standing here a few minutes we decided to go down in the basement to look around.  Down here it was like a hotel.  The first room is what is known as the “Mother’s Room,” or at least there was a mother in there.  It was all a maze of different rooms.  Most of them were dining rooms and the tables standing around reminded of what little I have seen of a pool room.  In the kitchen we rummaged around, but all the cupboards were locked.  However I found a perfectly respectable orange, which I abducted.  Almost every way we turned we came upon stairs leading upward.  Everything certainly was up-to-date.  After we had wandered around here a while we decided to go up again.  On the way out Joe and I found Prudence’s wraps; Joe took her hat-pin, while I stuffed her gloves in my pocket.  The others had disappeared by this time, but we found them upstairs in the same door-way again.  The speaking had stopped by now – that is – the speaking by the first speaker.  A new and imposing ceremony  first speaker. A new and imposing ceremony